We took the plunge. We offered, they countered. We accepted. *eek*
Conditions are set to come off on September 6 with financing closing up the rear on September 8th. Oh. My. Gawd. That’s in a WEEK! To say that I’m nervous is an understatement.
This state of wait is killing me. I want to plan, I want to get pack, I want to get this ball a rollin’ but I don’t want to get too far into the process only to have to stop it all because of some hiccup. My hopes are high, my fear is high – I’m holding excitement at bay. Or at least I’m trying. I dont’ think it’s working.
I think we’re ready for this. I think we’re poised to move forward and I think that we would be oh so happy in the house. Wait, I don’t think – I know. I can feel it in my bones.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…that was my cyber scream.
I’m feeling so stressed out right now. We put our offer in on the house last night. The stress of waiting, the debt, the anticipation…it’s going to kill me!
I want this so badly I could spit. I want to be out of the place I live in. I want to own my own home. I want to own THAT particular home. I could see our family living there. I could see my kidlets growing up and remembering that home. I can see us padding around in our socks. I can see us grumbling about the amount of housework. The repairs. The decorating. I can visualize it.
I also know that if it doesn’t work out, the let-down is going to be awful. The disappointment is going to batter my brain like no one’s business. That’s the part I’m afraid of. The disappointment.
We are much closer now than we have ever been. Offer is in. Down payment is in order. Financing *should* be a breeze..all that’s left is the Seller has to accept (or reasonably counter) and off we go.
The next two weeks just might be the most emotional weeks I’ve had in a long time.